Frail

Summary: It's 1947. Jasper is alone, and it will be another year before he meets Alice. Roaming the Seattle slums, and desperately hungry. Jasper gets more then he bargained for when he discovers a young girl writhing in agony, abandoned in a back alley. Jasper is about to take advantage of the seemingly already dying girl, only to find that she's not dying she's changing. Rated adult for violence, swearing and scenes of a sexual nature. THE FINAL CHAPTER IS UP! Banner by the wonderfully talented JokesOnJane

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9. Chapter 9: Frail

I had always had the urge to find him… the day he walked away was etched into my memories like a scar. The wind flew past my face bringing me out of my reverie; I let my foot rest a little harder on the accelerator.

I hadn’t noticed how green it had gotten and how grey the sky had become, hmmm he always was conscious about not sparkling, I allowed myself a short mirthless laugh. I hadn’t noticed how green the land had gotten and how gray the sky had become. He was always so conscious about not sparkling, I thought, allowing myself a short mirthless laugh.

Abruptly the questions starting coming to the front of my mind again: had his personality of changed? Did he still like the same music? Did he ever think about me? And perhaps the biggest question had he met someone else?

I gripped the steering wheel of my Viper in immediate jealousy, feeling the leather crack under my rock solid hands. Stop it! I shouted internally, it had taken a lot to find Jasper and I wasn’t going to ruin it all by ripping some bimbo vampire’s head off.

I went to the one person I believed he would still be in contact with; Jenks. Jacobi was dead of course; I saw to that. But his grandson Scott was more then helpful; a flash of thigh and equal amounts of razor sharp teeth soon got me the information I needed.

“Mr Jasper is moving to Forks in three days time.” Scott had said eagerly when I pushed my cleavage up a bit.

“I’ve never heard of that place, where is it?” I had asked eagerly, flicking my hair.

“In the Olympic peninsula.” He breathed softly, his small eyes alight with desire.

I bit down hard on my marble lip, feeling a stab of pain in my dead heart, my feelings for Jasper had never faded; although they had become slightly bitter.

As I raced down a pot-holed road, I caught the several scents of vampires, and intermingled with them was Jasper. It was Earthy, like the smell of red dust and sun. It made me quiver with excitement, lust and fear.

I passed an almost hidden turnoff where the scent was most concentrated; I pulled in a little further up the road, cutting the engine.

I launched myself into the forest, latching onto the trunk of an aged tree. I reconnoitered my way up to a mossy ridge that over looked a picturesque mansion about 30 feet way.

The back wall that was facing me was made entirely of glass—I highly doubted that was Jasper’s design choice. Tinkling, beautiful voices reached me, and they were happy, laughing and joking.

I swung onto another tree and another until I was high up in an oak facing the front of the grand mansion.

A bronze haired male vampire, balanced five large boxes in his arms.

“Edward, hurry up and move the rest of these boxes, I don’t want to be trapped by Debussy for the next fifty years!” Came a female voice, from the inside of a shiny silver Volvo, her voice was sweet and singing.

“I’m coming Alice, and you know, you could move them,” Edward mumbled back.

“What, and risk ruining her new D&G ensemble you must be joking!”

Hearing his voice was such a shock, I nearly fell out of the tree, Jasper’s southern drawl hitting me like a bus.

He emerged from the house, a huge grin etched into his face. I smiled too, at least he was happy. My smile froze slightly as he strode over to the Volvo, pulling out the final three boxes and extracting the female vampire out with them.

She was small, and slender, with short spiked ebony hair; she barely reached Jasper’s chest.

Then my smile was effectively slapped off my face, as his strong arms enveloped her, bringing her mouth to his in a passionate kiss.

“Alice,” he whispered against her lips.

The heat of anger throbbed through me, a small hiss escaped through my gritted teeth. I dropped down from the tree top, and I was ready to charge at the tiny vampire, tear her apart and dance around the flames as she burned.

I stopped myself, staying still for a moment, trying to regulate my breathing. If I did anything now I would lose Jasper forever, but if I took things slowly…planted the seed—Alice would be incredibly easy to get rid of.

I sprinted back to my Dodge Viper, slamming down on the accelerator, and speeding far away from Forks.

Time. That was all it needed.

I would bide my time.

And then Alice.

Alice.

Would be gone forever.

I felt a cold smile play across my lips, taking delight at the words that I breathed out of my mouth.